Evil
Hide my head from all the sorrow,I wait until the new tomorrow.
When days seem young and nights seem old,
With the howling winds and the pure black cold.
I fill all hearts with misgiving,
Leaving souls with no will for living.
Though good in nature my mind may seem,
Only in dream does it not scream obscene.
Let the new sun vanquish malignant me,
Used as an example for all minds to see.
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 19:36
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